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SCIENCE.
O’er the whole earth he holds his godlike sway;
He bids the river from its course be driven,
And lo! it flows where’er he points the way;
And from the skies the lightning he has riven,
As erst Prometheus stole the sacred fire from heaven.
He bids the river from its course be driven,
And lo! it flows where’er he points the way;
And from the skies the lightning he has riven,
As erst Prometheus stole the sacred fire from heaven.
Science! illumined by thy living rays,
A brighter glory lights the dome of night;
There thou dost open to our wondering gaze
System on System round those worlds of light,
In silence winging their harmonious flight.
And when weak sense returns to earth again,
There we behold, when thou dost guide our sight,
Above, around, where’er our gaze hath been,
“Infinity without, Infinity within.”
A brighter glory lights the dome of night;
There thou dost open to our wondering gaze
System on System round those worlds of light,
In silence winging their harmonious flight.
And when weak sense returns to earth again,
There we behold, when thou dost guide our sight,
Above, around, where’er our gaze hath been,
“Infinity without, Infinity within.”
Here hath thy sister, Art, upreared for thee
A stainless shrine where fair young spirits led
To seek thy smile, shall bow the willing knee:
They would not ask the radiance thou didst shed
Around a Newton’s or a Franklin’s head;
Albeit a milder and a gentler ray,
That through this world with loveliness o’er spread,
They may not roam along the sunny way
In dark and dreary night while all around is day.
A stainless shrine where fair young spirits led
To seek thy smile, shall bow the willing knee:
They would not ask the radiance thou didst shed
Around a Newton’s or a Franklin’s head;
Albeit a milder and a gentler ray,
That through this world with loveliness o’er spread,
They may not roam along the sunny way
In dark and dreary night while all around is day.
